July 7, 2011
I have a confession to make.
I forgot my dog’s birthday on Saturday. Yes, this makes me a bad dog mom. And yes, I am ashamed of this. In fact, the only reason I bring this up is because I’m fairly certain that Liz is the kind of dog mom that would not only remember Fox’s birthday, I’m pretty sure she’d also host a doggie birthday party with little dog birthday cone hats and custom made-for-dogs birthday cakes. And Evan? He’d roll his eyes but then he’d go pick up the doggie party favors and make sure that every dog & owner received one on their way out. This is just one of the million reasons I love these two (three) but I’d say it’s pretty high on the list, up there with the fact that together they are one of our favorite couples in the world for dinner dates and the fact that Liz & I can talk intellectually about J.Crew until the sun goes down and then maybe even some more.
Liz & Evan. Oh, you two. At the risk of sounding creepy (when has that ever stopped me?), I have adored you both since day one. Evan, you made me double over in laughter on days I didn’t think I could laugh and Liz, I will never forget the day I met you at the Christmas party and you gave me a hug before I even fully knew who you were. Love at first sight. For friends. On a not creepy level. Dinner/Doggie/Wine night ASAP please.